Damn, Blast, Bother, Knickers and Spit
I am rightly pissed off. I have been back for a few days now and I can’t get my head into gear. I’m very happy to be back in my own bed [the French one was unbelievably soft – I … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: September 2008
First night nerves
Our first day in France involved the longest single drive of the holiday. We had to drive from Roscoff in Brittany down to Poitiers, which as everyone knows, is a French town named after an American actor. I love driving … Continue reading →
Dense fog, dense people
The journey to France was quite uneventful. I had a skinfull of pints which is only right and proper because I was on my holidays, and I wasn’t driving. If the captain wanted my assistance with anything, he was out … Continue reading →
Over
It is over. Despite the best efforts of the French and Irish governments, I am back in Head Rambles Manor. I have run the gauntlet of electronic warfare, sniffer dogs, automatic machine pistols and a man with a vegetable peeler, … Continue reading →
You won't catch me that easily
This is getting out of hand. I only came over here for a bit of peace and quiet, and because The Big Man Above tipped me the wink that He was sending a flood of biblical proportions. I don’t ask … Continue reading →
